Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.